Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

Ay who celebratin a
A one two, a one two
millions
Not bad for a from the mud
I'm a pretty rich

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is great and the straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas
Biting styles, flows all the board
Why I can't friends like me Lord?
Genuine love, loyal a dog
I ain't got a on a few Vs
I got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work more than cash
300K for Coke, 400
Traffic out of state for the bigger
In a town buyin bigger clips
down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), out the door
I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
My favourite is dough, favourite word is "no"
Favourite white, it represent the blow

On my birthday lookin like I hit the
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is great and the straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

On my birthday like I hit the lotto
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the straight
If you ain't seen a nigga let me demonstrate

Boy Troy a real gun clapper
Don't ask me no bum rappers
I only to my heart and my intuition
I'm hearin valid shit, I ain't on no fiction
Getting women ya boy gofer
I drive em crazy so I'm wearin loafers
My newest boo like to wear a lot of
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix Henny
Legs match the ass she for real
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my
for me baby, ride til you cum
Don't when you tired, stop when I'm done
Versace sweatsuit on me it's
I ain't sweatin though, I'm boy
with some gangsta shit the long way
All about the money like my say

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall
God is great and the paper
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

Big bread and the big in my chest
My pop gone now I'm shootin like Russell
I'm scorin, young nigga ballin
You'll hear it one of these mornings
And ain't no real mournin
Let one see me even when I'm tourin
the first time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still coffins
Ave...